Friday, October 11, 2013

Pretty Simple

Did you see this Pin on Pinterest?
I know you know how to hot roll your hair.  But I just love BIGHAIR {ok que the phrase, "DONTCARE!"} Just documenting my good times here, and keeping you posted.

I feel as though this version of the "selfie" is admissible because you cannot see my face.  Anywho.  Anyone out there try a pinterest idea that did or didn't work?  Nah me either.  
 Whitten wanted to take some selfies.


And those last 2 are for good measure.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Guest Room Turned Nursery

Ok hurr we go, I said I wanted to participate in the ORC-One Room Challenge-but I've already missed like three deadlines.  Feels pretty...standard for me.  Ok so to catch you up: I'm not going into the details, I wasn't invited to partake because I'm not a big wig lady-blogger decorista-but Linda at Calling It Home has allowed for others to LINK UP! And participate at will.  So hey why not?  I have to get this nursery done, I figured I'll put myself out there, try something new, etc etc.
Guest Room Turned Nursery. 
Guest Room Turned Nursery
Are you ready for the current pictures...?

Ahhh this is truly an exercise in public humiliation.  Guest room.  Doesn't always have laundry and misplaced furniture strowed ever-which-way...but it does now.  And that has to change.  By January 6, 2014.  So here we go.  I've mentioned in past posts what I'm "going for"...  but I'll refresh your memory because I'm gracious.

Picture white on white, dusk pinks...frenchie-french-esq.
And I'm not even going to lie, the painters are coming next week.  No I am not painting.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Check It Out, Sister.

On another note: at the suggestion of some girlfriends I recently picked up an audio book...aka downloaded an app for 1 month free to listen to a book I don't have any time to read...which some of you sassy career business women special business women out there probably already know about :  Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg.

Lean In
Great read (to listen to, in my instance): encouraging and educational and touches on a topic I hold near and dear to my heart...that I have to say, I did not hold near and dear to my heart until after I had a baby.  And realized, just how different my life began to look than my husband's life, in terms of our careers. 
Initially, Anne-Marie Slaughter  grabbed my attention after I read this article in The Atlantic (ok which I only read after she appeared on the Colbert Report, just keeping it real, sister.)  Whitten was maybe 7 months old and I had been back at work full time for about 4 months. 
The Atlantic
This was after being told by one of my bosses, the day before returning from maternity leave (yes I was called at home on a Sunday) that the company no longer approved the new FULL TIME schedule agreed upon (which I requested and had documented approval of by my 5th month of pregnancy). 
Alternately, I was also told (at 2 weeks post partum) by my casual employer (because  up until that time I had CHOSEN to work 2 jobs that I enjoyed) that despite the fact my family medical leave of absence was approved for 12 weeks of leave, I would now be required to return to work 4 weeks postpartum. I was told that should I not be able to fulfill this commitment, my management would be more than happy to offer a positive reference to another department (with the clause that the department may not be hiring at that time). 
If you have or have not had a baby (or if you are a nurse) you know that no OB/GYN is going to approve of a woman going back to work at 4 weeks post partum to take care of total care patients for 12 to 13 hours at a time.  When I argued this point, my manager at the time did verbalize to me that she understood and agreed.  Honey, you're not dense-you get the picture-essentially I was pushed out of the latter position. 
To say I was jaded and angry is an understatement.  Excellent employee and peer reviews at both of my places of employment no longer mattered.  My new role was more or less an inconvenience, really.  
Long story short, I put on my big girl panties and went back to work, with little argument regarding the original approved work schedule agreement, as I never intended to stay home, I'd never identified myself as the "stay at home mom" type. 
Returning to work.  Was.  Horrible.
 To say I felt unwelcome is an understatement. 
I got wind of comments (from upper female management) like, "Well too bad, if I had to do it, she has to do it." 
And (more female management), "Plenty of other women work and have children, she can figure it out."
And (once again, female management), "I'm sorry, I'm sure you understand, but I have to look out for what's best for the unit."
Or (from a man), "Well, then you chose this profession, if you didn't want it to be like this, you should've thought about that before you decided to become a nurse." 
How about, "How do you even know your role?  When I was your age, we knew our jobs, I did mine, my husband did his, now, I just don't know why you girls do this..."**
I feel our culture encourages this attitude, and discourages a woman from repeating these comments to others, or confronting them because she will be seen as whiny and lazy.  These comments were made in the work place. 
Keep in mind I work in a very politically correct, all inclusive environment.  People (multiple, without hesitance, on separate occasions) felt comfortable and justified in making these comments in a professional setting.   
Also keep in mind I never asked (nor ever had a history of asking) for permission not to work or to be paid for work I was not willing to do.  I asked to be treated as though I had just had a child.  Which is not synonymous with asking for handouts, pity, special allowances or the like.  That is how I was being treated.  Josh never encountered any issues in returning to work-by the way.
**I hate to say, (no I don't) this last comment started to sound like the most glorious music of the hills are alive.  Anything to justify me getting out of this over-worked, over-tired, over-achieving, nonstop LIFE was something I wanted to, needed to hear. 
I have since made changes for my mental health and well being-not to mention quality of LIFE-that I question every week, but that's another topic. 
Either who I was thrilled to stumble upon this post on Tumblr by Excellence Is Not An Act But A Habit touching on yet another woman speaking out about real life: Debora Spar, the president of Barnard College, and her new book, Wonder Women: Sex, Power, and the Quest for Perfection 
This is not a quest for working mothers only, and these ladies are not man-eater feminists.  I am just sharing my personal experience as a woman in the workplace, and these women simply speak out the honest truth: We have been lied to.  Women cannot have it all do it all be all and everything to everyone and do it well.  I'm sorry.  I'm not in the least bit sorry.  Just being real.
Check it out, sister.

Sunday, October 6, 2013



Ok yall so I'm late.  Totally late. Behind on the times, even.  What else is new?  That being said.  I'd like to participate in the One Room Challenge hosted by Calling It Home

Will keep you posted as to whether or not I can figure out how to link up.  Why am I so lost?

Saturday, October 5, 2013


Savannah, Tadaaah!!

This was my first time, so I had to do all the things necessary to be a true tourist.  Like take a trolley tour.

And eat the best falafel of my life.

And a riverboat tour.

And a night time carriage ghost tour.
Yehaw.  It was delicious.  And needed.  And pricey. 
So thank you Jodi and Jon for getting married and giving us an excuse to hit Folly Beach, Downtown Charleston, and Historic Savannah in 6 days.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Wedding Weekend

I don't know about YOU ALL {yall} but wedding season has been slightly later this year for us.  And so here we go.  A documentation of how wedding season has made an excellent excuse for a much needed BabyMoon.
Starting with a party on Thursday night.

No darling, this isn't the actual party, this is the after party of a pregnant woman.  And to be honest, just as good if not better than many after parties in my time.  {No offense to the hosts and hostess of said after parties}

And then obviously The Friday night post-rehearsal dinner party welcome bag and actual party

And then celebratory Saturday with friends on a rooftop bar while everyone enjoyed afternoon toddies while I had the worst ginger ale of my life.  I'm not saying that for dramatics, I mean it.

And onto the Saturday evening ceremony with chartered greyhound bus from downtown to a local plantation home.  Obviously.

Lowndes Grove, Ya'll.

 Beautiful Tablescape.

Beautiful Cake Cutting.

Beautiful Bride.

And there you have it.  Would you like to know about the rest of our Babymoon?  To be continued...


Thursday, October 3, 2013


I have this guilt that we don't "do" and "go" enough.  Then I go through my pictures and feel like we "go" and "do" plenty.  Do you do this?  I mean feel guilty, like you're missing out, you're not doing enough, you're not experiencing enough, you're not trying enough?  You're not living life to the absolute fullest full potential and surely there's something you're missing out on something...?  Too honest of me?  Too transparent?
Well how about this for transparency: We went to Josh's parents' house for the weekend.  Which is wonderful.  Riding in the car with an 18 month old for 2 1/2 hours on a Friday afternoon and then again on a Sunday afternoon, is no wonderful.  People without small children.  Do not understand these things. 
I told you that story to tell you this one:  We ran out of traveling toddler snacks {People without small children do not understand these things.} To keep the baby from screaming.  Because he was hot and strapped down in a claustrophobic seat and bored out of his mind and hungry.   Josh found the last thing left in the car.  That an individual with only 6 teeth can only eat with assistance.

Can you tell what's happening here?  Missing out on life, are you kidding me?  This is living it up, honey.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013


It's been a while since I've updated you on the house projects

A new {ps-it's still new if it's thrift to me} chandie?  Yes ma'am 

The room remains a work in progress.  The never ending bottomless money pit work in progress.  Jesus Take The Wheel.

Sunday, September 29, 2013


Fall is an excuse to eat fattening baked goods flavored as pumpkin.

And to feed such to my baby.


Why is he so special?

Friday, September 20, 2013

Yes I Do!

For real though.  I would love to help you sugars.
Let's see how this goes

Late Night.

The results of Late Night Zhushing.  Used to, in a previous life, late night did not include moving furniture around.  Eitherwho. This is what I do when I can't sleep.  Which is almost every night.  Because I have been self diagnosed with pregnancy insomnia.


So here you have it.  I read somewhere to accent chairs with scarves if you don't need {or want to pay for} any more throws in your living area.  This is a brilliant idea.  Maybe or maybe not we will implement this permanently in our house.
As you can tell.  We still need that coffee table.  Or ottoman.  Or Both.  Just kidding not both.  But it has to be el cheapo.  And I had the stupidest of ideas that maybe I'd DIY one...thanks pinterest for encouraging me to practice out of  my scope...but no thanks.  After thought and deliberation and remembering that my DIY interests and abilities fall short of spray paint...I decided to stalk craigslist, amazon, the maxximmista, and other el cheapo-cheaperton avenues of which I hate to admit to purchasing furniture from.  I just ended that sentence in a preposition, I think. 

Here's a few options from Overstock, maybe they'll work, hmmm?